The Window I look through, colors I see
Life’s illusions and realities
Walk through this world
Observing all there is to see.
In my tears of reality
A man in a cardboard box
Drinking down sorrows,
His eyes follow a plane,
His mind drifts away slowly to a time far away.
In my eyes, the truth that I see
In my mind, the magic to create the illusions
As well as it is to perceive it.
Illusion, the light in my hand
Do you see with your eyes?
The color is pure white,
Blink of the eye,
Color is red instead,
Eyes can deceive,
Look with your heart
Feel the blood that pumps,
Now you see colors of red and white,
Which is right, neither?
True color is laughter and love
Illusions and realities can be one and the same.

May 28, 1989